A "Little" Surprise

Disappear

When Taehyung awoke, he didn't know where he was. 

For a split second he hung there in limbo, not fully awake, yet not fully asleep; eyes not quite open, but without him realizing they were still closed; aware of his body's position in space, but unaware of his surroundings. Before he could panic, before he could assume the worst, a soft exhale brushed against his neck like a feathery kiss, drawing his last strands of consciousness out of slumber.

Jimin shifted in his sleep, nuzzling imperceptibly closer with a quiet sigh of contentment. Taehyung tilted his head to the side to catch a glimpse of his soulmate, quelling the instinctive need to make sure he was still there, still safe.

Now that he'd confirmed Jimin was still by his side, Taehyung let his gaze wander beyond his lover to the small clock on Jimin's nightstand, sleepy brain clouding with confusion at he tried to make sense of why he was awake if the tiny digital numbers only spelled out 5:06 am. Blinking a bit to try and rouse himself to a higher state of awareness, he lay flat on his back and tried to remember what had woken him up.

The blinds were shut tight, so it couldn't be the sunlight. And Jimin's alarm is set for seven.

Taehyung's gaze caught onto one of the rapidly spinning ceiling fan blades, so he traced it with his eyes, following it around, and around, and around... nearly hypnotizing himself as he spiraled in his thoughts.

Maybe the dream ended... what was that dream about?

A loud thump from the hallway abruptly yanked Taehyung out of his mind. Now that he was paying attention, he could hear shuffling down the hall, and voices. Low, unfamiliar voices. Then another thump, louder this time, and a hushed cuss word spat into the silence.

Out of nowhere, a vice-like grip squeezed Taehyung's arm, and he startled so badly he almost fell out of bed.

"Sorry," Jimin whispered meekly from beside him, not relinquishing his grip in the slightest. "But did you hear that?" From where his small hands were clenched around Taehyung's forearm, Tae could feel Jimin trembling in fear.

Taehyung nodded mutely. "W-who do you think it could be?"

"I don't know, I don't know," Jimin whimpered. "It doesn't sound like hyungs..."

"But no one can get into the dorm?" Taehyung tried to say it with conviction, but his voice trembled and pitched at the end, and it came out sounding more like a prayer.

"I've heard stories about this," Jimin gulped. "Sasaengs who follow their idols home and make a copy of their key-"

"Army w-wouldn't do that, right?" Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in Jimin's chest. "No, it can't be, we're just being paranoid. It's probably just Yoongi hyung or something and his voice is just muffled. Or Jungkook playing a prank on us."

"The voices are getting louder," Jimin sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "Tae, they're coming closer! I'm telling you, that's not what our boyfriends sound like!"

"Ssh-" Taehyung strained his ears to listen again for the hushed voices, a cacophony of gruff, high, and deep voices that certainly belonged to none of his boyfriends.

"Tae, what if it's Jungkook's stalker-"

"Ssh!" Taehyung clapped his hand over Jimin's mouth to silence him as the dull thudding of footsteps approached their room. His heart pounded so loudly Jimin could probably hear it, and he could feel a cold sweat breaking out across his brow.

Oh my god- Jimin mumbled into Taehyung's palm as they both watched the doorknob rattle and slowly begin to turn.

The door swung open quietly, and a figure dressed in black crept into the room, carrying a large shadowy object.